On my way, in different places and countries I find pieces of rock. Shards of reality, fragments of the planet on which we live. In the belly of my beloved I see the black earth, or golden stones among which he grew. Planets are separated worlds, realites shaped by nature. Their atmosphere can be friendly, and the surface smooth or contrariwise - rough rocky areas full of craters are not suitable for habitation. Small stones are changing the scale when I am watching them from close - distant worlds become close.